Life as her toy is not easy. I am hers to do with as she wishes. I am nothing but her submissive. I do as I am told nothing for nothing less. I know I will be nothing more than...
poem
Snapping buttons, zips and clasps, Hands on skin, silk and sheets, Eliciting moans, inviting gasps. Fabric sliding from limbs, Mouths entwined, eyes ablaze, Biting soft, kissing hard. Fumbling fingers foraging Breasts cupped, testes squeezed Intensity building without, within.Tongue on skin,...
My writing's a tide of feelings, that ebb and flowStrong underpinnings of passion and lust building slow So much I sacrificed, to be your petYour absence not easy, to forgive and forget Right now I put aside, the hurt to...
Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his...
Pieces of We
"Un-pretty little pieces."
Pieces of We I hold your heart in my hands, and it is my own. A broken thing, fragmented and beautiful. A fiercely delicate, dangerously sharp work of art. It is an exquisite glass sculpture. A rich jewel of life...
Pyromancy
"The Duality of Fire."
My love is a fire. I am a beacon of light in the darkness. A flicker of safety and shelter. A torch that lights the hidden paths of despair and madness and ugly things we do not want to face...
Could I be?
"Could I be all this...?"
Could I be The first thing dawning on your mind The morning sun as you draw the blind The first words upon your lips The touch beneath your fingertips The easing of your furrowed brow The skipped beat that your...
Stiletto Highrise, Hello.
"A love story about stilettos."
She struts through the street light Stilletos and stockings leading her up to the sky, A strung up hero lays on the highrise, getting high Thinking about her first life, finally she got it right. Pulls of the wig, takes...
Russian Rapunzel
"A garland."
Everyone’s competing for a love they don’t really need,A love they won’t receive.Climb to the top of the tower and reach for her hairRussian Rapunzel sleeps in peace, shattered glass beside the final stair. Some days I can just watch...
Does My Weak Heart Pound
"looking round I feel a feeling profound"
The heart I have found, in her breast where it pounds, Completely confounds and resounds with the sound of the souls that are bound and devotedly drowned. For her love they sink down in darkness abound. For she is the...